Z-Ro - Mo City Don Freestyle lyrics
[Z-Ro - Mo City Don Freestyle lyrics]
Shit, Z-Ro the Crooked, I know y'all
Been waiting on this here, yeah shit
RIP big Mello, Screw, Mafio, Big Boo, Gator
All the fallen soldiers man, Southside
Eastside, Westside, Northside
Know I'm saying
All my partnas, all your dead partnas
But shit I still feel stress
Still gotta get something off my chest
While these ho niggas be doing what
They be doing, I don't know though
Shit fuck it
We gon stay two deep in a fo' do'
Slow Loud And Bangin', all in my trunk
Trunk full of funk, I ain't never been a punk
I blow on skunk, I blow on doja
Military minded, I'm a motherfucking soldier
Out the streets, of the Ridgemont 4
Not no bitch, and say I still ain't a ho
Letting niggas know, everyday of the year
I pimp my pen, and I get my point clear
Why niggas wanna talk down, I don't know
Gotta take a trip to Aculpulco, from the 4
With my 4-4 on my side, when I ride
Ready to do another homicide, in a pine box
And I'm gone, nigga old glory
I'm H Town to Cali, just like Robert Horry
If I do a murder, flee the murder scene
Well it's shortage on the drank
I can't find no lean
From Southwest to Southeast
Bitch it's about war not bout peace
Nigga like me, I'm bout knocking out teeth
Know I'm saying, I'll loose your grill
A nigga coming down, in the Coupe DeVille
Looking gravy, looking real throwed
I'mma be the nigga
Pulling over at the fucking cross road
With my K on my side, I'm ready to ride
And if I gotta go, it'll be a homicide
Me and another nigga
On the way to the Golden Gate
A nigga like me, can't wait
Just to make it, to another day
Gotta get the big pay off
So get the fuck out my way
When I come around your corner, so slow
It'll be the nigga, in the damn Polo
That's the Ralph Lauren
Jackers ain't borrowing
Why I skipped the slab
When I went straight to foreign
Said it like I said it, in the old school
Some niggas they be red, but Z-Ro blue
I come around your corner
But I ain't set tripping
But, I will, wet niggas and wet women
With the Calico
I had to let a motherfucker know
That I come around your corner
In a Lincoln four do'
A Fox Photo, cause I do it in a flash
Nigga watch out, cause that could be your ass
I rhyme so long, rhyme so strong
I flex my bicep then I swoll on
Get on, the motherfucking bench
And when the laws hit the corner
I hit the fence
They wonder where I went, they keep looking
I don't give a fuck
Like Tyson I keep hooking
Or maybe like Lennox
I'm strong to the finish
I'm like the ghetto Popeye
But I don't need spinach i'mma keep going
I keep on flowing just like the Nile
Million dolla mouthpiece, everytime I smile
Lookin' throwed uh, nigga ask Trae
Everytime he smile
He can turn the night to day
You can open up the pop
And let the smoke come out
We don't give a damn, bout a crooked ass cop
Crooked officer, crooked officer
Make a nigga wanna blow the badge, off of ya
Me and Dougie, my motherfucking brother
RIP, to my motherfucking mother
That's the Dorothy Marie McVay Matthew
There's ten toes planted
In my motherfucking shoe
I gotta be a man, hope you understand
There's nothing but the work
And the Calico in my hand
On a corner on the Ridgevan
And I'm serving a fiend
A real live D-Boy, and you know what I mean
I be stacking up chips, like Lego
Dunk on a punk, just like Kalvin Cato
Houston to the Rocket
A four-peat like Comets i don't give a fuck
Gut punch a bitch nigga make him vomit
On the grind, I'mma take a trip on Greyhound
I be flying on a plane
But the dope is on the ground
Headed to Lake Charles
Or headed to Lafayette
Maybe off in Alexandria
But I ain't finished yet
I gotta make a whole I10, I sin
Then I, do it again
I get my ends, I'm in my motherfucking Benz-e
Got these ho's running 'round in a frenzy
I be busting full clips, till they empty
A piece of potent pussy, might tempt me
Rain is trying to send me
To the penitentiary
The main reason why, I ain't friendly
I'm wired up
But I ain't on no damn slaughter
Dejaun in the back, and he got the camcorder
Recording everything, the 4's gon swang
Still pulling up, on Fondren and the Main
Looking lovely, got to look good
I throw up Ridgemont 4, cause that's my hood
Never been a ho, I'm letting hoes know
I gotta get a fucking P-L-A T
But first a G-O l-D, a motherfucking plaque
I keep it straight and simple like that
Hit a bitch from the back
And I use my, motherfucking tool
Make her say ouch
When I hit her with the mule
Been waiting on this here, yeah shit
RIP big Mello, Screw, Mafio, Big Boo, Gator
All the fallen soldiers man, Southside
Eastside, Westside, Northside
Know I'm saying
All my partnas, all your dead partnas
But shit I still feel stress
Still gotta get something off my chest
While these ho niggas be doing what
They be doing, I don't know though
Shit fuck it
We gon stay two deep in a fo' do'
Slow Loud And Bangin', all in my trunk
Trunk full of funk, I ain't never been a punk
I blow on skunk, I blow on doja
Military minded, I'm a motherfucking soldier
Out the streets, of the Ridgemont 4
Not no bitch, and say I still ain't a ho
Letting niggas know, everyday of the year
I pimp my pen, and I get my point clear
Why niggas wanna talk down, I don't know
Gotta take a trip to Aculpulco, from the 4
With my 4-4 on my side, when I ride
Ready to do another homicide, in a pine box
And I'm gone, nigga old glory
I'm H Town to Cali, just like Robert Horry
If I do a murder, flee the murder scene
Well it's shortage on the drank
I can't find no lean
From Southwest to Southeast
Bitch it's about war not bout peace
Nigga like me, I'm bout knocking out teeth
Know I'm saying, I'll loose your grill
A nigga coming down, in the Coupe DeVille
Looking gravy, looking real throwed
I'mma be the nigga
Pulling over at the fucking cross road
With my K on my side, I'm ready to ride
And if I gotta go, it'll be a homicide
Me and another nigga
On the way to the Golden Gate
A nigga like me, can't wait
Just to make it, to another day
Gotta get the big pay off
So get the fuck out my way
When I come around your corner, so slow
It'll be the nigga, in the damn Polo
That's the Ralph Lauren
Jackers ain't borrowing
Why I skipped the slab
When I went straight to foreign
Said it like I said it, in the old school
Some niggas they be red, but Z-Ro blue
I come around your corner
But I ain't set tripping
But, I will, wet niggas and wet women
With the Calico
I had to let a motherfucker know
That I come around your corner
In a Lincoln four do'
A Fox Photo, cause I do it in a flash
Nigga watch out, cause that could be your ass
I rhyme so long, rhyme so strong
I flex my bicep then I swoll on
Get on, the motherfucking bench
And when the laws hit the corner
I hit the fence
They wonder where I went, they keep looking
I don't give a fuck
Like Tyson I keep hooking
Or maybe like Lennox
I'm strong to the finish
I'm like the ghetto Popeye
But I don't need spinach i'mma keep going
I keep on flowing just like the Nile
Million dolla mouthpiece, everytime I smile
Lookin' throwed uh, nigga ask Trae
Everytime he smile
He can turn the night to day
You can open up the pop
And let the smoke come out
We don't give a damn, bout a crooked ass cop
Crooked officer, crooked officer
Make a nigga wanna blow the badge, off of ya
Me and Dougie, my motherfucking brother
RIP, to my motherfucking mother
That's the Dorothy Marie McVay Matthew
There's ten toes planted
In my motherfucking shoe
I gotta be a man, hope you understand
There's nothing but the work
And the Calico in my hand
On a corner on the Ridgevan
And I'm serving a fiend
A real live D-Boy, and you know what I mean
I be stacking up chips, like Lego
Dunk on a punk, just like Kalvin Cato
Houston to the Rocket
A four-peat like Comets i don't give a fuck
Gut punch a bitch nigga make him vomit
On the grind, I'mma take a trip on Greyhound
I be flying on a plane
But the dope is on the ground
Headed to Lake Charles
Or headed to Lafayette
Maybe off in Alexandria
But I ain't finished yet
I gotta make a whole I10, I sin
Then I, do it again
I get my ends, I'm in my motherfucking Benz-e
Got these ho's running 'round in a frenzy
I be busting full clips, till they empty
A piece of potent pussy, might tempt me
Rain is trying to send me
To the penitentiary
The main reason why, I ain't friendly
I'm wired up
But I ain't on no damn slaughter
Dejaun in the back, and he got the camcorder
Recording everything, the 4's gon swang
Still pulling up, on Fondren and the Main
Looking lovely, got to look good
I throw up Ridgemont 4, cause that's my hood
Never been a ho, I'm letting hoes know
I gotta get a fucking P-L-A T
But first a G-O l-D, a motherfucking plaque
I keep it straight and simple like that
Hit a bitch from the back
And I use my, motherfucking tool
Make her say ouch
When I hit her with the mule